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a wonderful lady is laying on a hospital bed agonizing while a family around her hopes for a fast death.
the last time i saw her she placed her palms on my face... the soft hands only grandmothers have. grandmothers who earn these soft hands from hours of scrubbing dishes.. making plates of food for their family and hold tears from their children and grandchildren
her name is or was alicia.
she had or has big alert eyes... like julianne more.
she resembled or resembles a frog- but in the good way.
i always secretly wanted to call her alicita.. but everyone called her daughter alicita..
i never found it fair.. she was more of an alicita, sweet and caring
her daughter was like her husband.. loud and intimidating.. a woman who deserved to be called alicia.
her husband, manuco is my non-blood cousins grandfather.
he's a scary man.. he always use to flip his eyelids inside out and tell me he was the devil.. it use to scare the shit out of me as a child.. but even now he does it.. it makes me pity him
he was married when he was 18 and lost his first wife to a horrible accident
the story goes that he was in a bus with his 4 month baby son and his wife.. the seats in the bus were full and manuco offered
the seat to a priest that had entered the bus.. he ended up seated at the back of the bus apart from his family.
on the ride to their destination some sort of accident happened and he was thrown off the bus, cries from a baby helped him to regain conscious. he was lying on the street while the bus his wife and child were aboard burned
he went into the bus and grabbed his son that was filled with blisters all over his body.. this is when he lost the vision from one of his eyes
he rolled the child in dirt to stop the fire that was now attatched to the childs skin..
he turned to retrieve his wife and like in the movies the bus exploded.
after the blaze was contained his wifes body was taken from the bus, her body had been reduced to shrivel yet she was still alive.. she asked for the baby and told manuco "please have your mother take care of him" then she passed. only two survived that tragedy.. manuco and his son.
now.. he is an old man and remarried years ago (to alicia)..
he has one daughter (alicita) she has a couple of kids (my cousins)
alicia recently had a brain hemorrhage out of nowhere.. her right side is paralyzed and she can't speak.. she only opens her mouth to throw up.. i bet my life her hands are still soft like doves
i'm going to the hospital now to pay my respects even though she hasn't died.
i wanted to take her balloons wishing for her to get better but we just received a call saying that she has worsen.
time passes
i'm back from the hospital.. she is hooked onto respiratory system.. clinically dead.
the family is distraught. they never let me go into the room.. i don't mind much. i think it's best to remember her as the kind-hearted woman who smiled as she held my face not an old lady who's skin has turned purple, hands has shrunken and most likely harden.. i want to remember her.. not the tubes coming out of the tracheotomy and nerves that are to this moment popping inside her head. i'm not sure god exist but if he does may he be with her and her family.
the last time i saw her she placed her palms on my face... the soft hands only grandmothers have. grandmothers who earn these soft hands from hours of scrubbing dishes.. making plates of food for their family and hold tears from their children and grandchildren
her name is or was alicia.
she had or has big alert eyes... like julianne more.
she resembled or resembles a frog- but in the good way.
i always secretly wanted to call her alicita.. but everyone called her daughter alicita..
i never found it fair.. she was more of an alicita, sweet and caring
her daughter was like her husband.. loud and intimidating.. a woman who deserved to be called alicia.
her husband, manuco is my non-blood cousins grandfather.
he's a scary man.. he always use to flip his eyelids inside out and tell me he was the devil.. it use to scare the shit out of me as a child.. but even now he does it.. it makes me pity him
he was married when he was 18 and lost his first wife to a horrible accident
the story goes that he was in a bus with his 4 month baby son and his wife.. the seats in the bus were full and manuco offered
the seat to a priest that had entered the bus.. he ended up seated at the back of the bus apart from his family.
on the ride to their destination some sort of accident happened and he was thrown off the bus, cries from a baby helped him to regain conscious. he was lying on the street while the bus his wife and child were aboard burned
he went into the bus and grabbed his son that was filled with blisters all over his body.. this is when he lost the vision from one of his eyes
he rolled the child in dirt to stop the fire that was now attatched to the childs skin..
he turned to retrieve his wife and like in the movies the bus exploded.
after the blaze was contained his wifes body was taken from the bus, her body had been reduced to shrivel yet she was still alive.. she asked for the baby and told manuco "please have your mother take care of him" then she passed. only two survived that tragedy.. manuco and his son.
now.. he is an old man and remarried years ago (to alicia)..
he has one daughter (alicita) she has a couple of kids (my cousins)
alicia recently had a brain hemorrhage out of nowhere.. her right side is paralyzed and she can't speak.. she only opens her mouth to throw up.. i bet my life her hands are still soft like doves
i'm going to the hospital now to pay my respects even though she hasn't died.
i wanted to take her balloons wishing for her to get better but we just received a call saying that she has worsen.
time passes
i'm back from the hospital.. she is hooked onto respiratory system.. clinically dead.
the family is distraught. they never let me go into the room.. i don't mind much. i think it's best to remember her as the kind-hearted woman who smiled as she held my face not an old lady who's skin has turned purple, hands has shrunken and most likely harden.. i want to remember her.. not the tubes coming out of the tracheotomy and nerves that are to this moment popping inside her head. i'm not sure god exist but if he does may he be with her and her family.